I confess that sometimes I take twenty minutes making up eloborate lies for the make up a lie about the poster above you thread, only to delete the whole thing because I'm afraid of hurting someones feelings. (believe it or not not Helen, that means you) Even though I know this person has a great sense of humor and would probably laugh her butt of.

by the name of Allah the Gracious the Merciful
Say, "I seek refuge in the Lord of daybreak From the evil of that which He created
And from the evil of darkness when it settles And from the evil of the blowers in knots
And from the evil of an envier when he envies"
truthful was Allah The Most High And Great

I confess one time when I was 16 I was in a bar and I reallly had to go, but the line for the ladies room was so long, so I just snuck into the men's. And another time, when I was about 15, I got stopped walking down the street by a cop (it was around 1 in the morning and curfew for anyone under 18 where I lived at the time was 10 PM). I knew what he was going to try me for, and for a split second before he got out of his car the guy wasn't looking, so I tore a poster off the streetlight pole right next to me about gay rights, and insisted he'd be impinging on my liberties under the first amendment, so he didn't fine me and didn't look happy to let me go either.

American with an accent, Christian with a tat, sociopath with a heart, child with no mother, Lover with no Lover, confidently doubting, amused but not laughing, woman but child, feisty yet caring, sweet when not bitter.

I was completely smitten with my Sophomore history teacher, and would drool and gaze at him as he walked by, and have my own separate mental dialogue for everything he said.

"What were the driving causes behind WW2?"

*Stare stare* I dunno, maybe you should take off your shirt and tell us, Mr. Hot teacher sir.

I could've happily sat in that class up to the 22nd grade

American with an accent, Christian with a tat, sociopath with a heart, child with no mother, Lover with no Lover, confidently doubting, amused but not laughing, woman but child, feisty yet caring, sweet when not bitter.

I tripped at a friend's wedding. Worst part was I was part of the bridal party, and it was right as I was walking down the aisle with one of the grooms men. I was 14 or so and fell on my butt.

American with an accent, Christian with a tat, sociopath with a heart, child with no mother, Lover with no Lover, confidently doubting, amused but not laughing, woman but child, feisty yet caring, sweet when not bitter.